The magical forest.

Due to my son and I hibernating on Thursday on my day off, we were dressed and out to St. Ives park by ten AM on Saturday morning. It had been the warmest  Halloween since records began yesterday and the sun broke through the trees warming our faces as we walked and played FABLE amongst the orange brown branches. His American accent broke the quiet. It was the one which he'd picked up from too many American tv series. We soon trudged up to the play area and the autumn dew made for excellent building sand in the sandpit. I allowed him to get dirty rather than chastising him as his mother probably would. The day was magical and I took photos to hold the day forever. 

Once home we continued with Fable on the xbox until the scratched disc froze for the second or third time causing me to order a replacement online. 

We had a few play fights which always defended into hugs and laughter. I revelled in his company and he enjoyed mine. You couldn't find two happier people. 

His tomfoolery makes me genuinely laugh and he's the first EVER person who I find funny. I've laughed at people in the past but never taken joy from them as I do my son. 

The dark nights drew in as people walked down to tonight's firework show in Silsden. Next week my son is with me Friday until Sunday and we can't wait. 

It's 6:55pm on a Saturday night and the house seems deathly quiet apart from the ticking of a wacky clock which my mum bought me for my 40th. I have programmes to watch on my kindle naturally and also podcast, audiobooks and books to lose myself in. Tomorrow contains more of the same along with the gym and the cinema double bill of NIGHTCRAWLER and OUIJA. 

I will know disappear into a world between a set of headphones. Goodbye.